Page 47 of Indebted

He tore my hands away from his body and threw me on his desk, ripping my pants down my legs until they bunched at my ankles, Justin’s body pressed between my legs.

I was wet and aching.

His lips were back on mine, devouring me until I had nothing left to give.

“God, Katie, you drive me fucking wild. Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about your tight pussy? How it would feel around my cock?” My sex throbbed in response. “Every time I see you bent over, all I can think about is pushing into your wet heat. And that day you wore red fucking lipstick…”

I remembered that day. I’d forgotten my lip balm and had needed to borrow some from Zoe. She’d only had that fire engine red lipstick.

“All I could think about all day was your hot mouth on me, sucking me, tonguing my cock.”

Was it possible to orgasm from words alone?

The room felt too hot. I was clawing at the inside of my own skin.

My knees tightened around his hips, trying to drive him closer. I could feel him brushing my entrance and anticipation buzzed across my skin like lightning waiting to strike.

“Show me,” I groaned, ready to explode. “Show me how much you want me,” I arched my back, wanting nothing more than for him to take me. I wanted to do all the dirty things he’d imagined. It would be all I would think about for the next few days, I was sure of it.

The head of his cock brushed up and down my opening.

Justin stared down at us, then cursed.

“What?”

“Condom.”

“Fuck. I’m not on the pill.” I’d never needed to worry about it when I never slept with anyone.

The heat of his body vanished, and a whimper escaped me. Drawers opened and slammed shut before he found what he was looking for. Pulling a small square he tore the foil packet and rolled the condom down.

I took the time to kick my slacks all the way off my ankles, which meant when he returned to me, I was ready. He stepped into me and my legs wound around him like second nature, my arms snaking around his shoulders, pulling him to me.

“Easy, sweetie,” he spoke against my damp lips as my legs tightened around him, trying to bring him to where I needed him most.

“I can’t wait a second longer, Justin,” I bit his lip.

That delicious growl was back. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me,” the words slipped out.

“Goddamnit, Katie,” his resolve was wavering. I could hear it.

“Please,” I pushed him. “Fuck me, Justin. I need to feel your cock inside me, right now. Please, Daddy. Please.”

He thrust inside me.

Pain flared and I cried out.

“Shit. Shh, baby, it’ll be okay,” his fingers slipped between our bodies and toyed with my clit.

Pleasure flared.

“That’s it, sweetie, relax,” he pushed in further and I hissed.

“Fuck, Justin,” I bit into his shoulder. “You’re too big.”

His fingers continued to work my clit, his body unmoving as he stretched me. “It’ll be okay, I got you. Relax for me.”